06-09-2024, 01:09 AM
Update 8:
Tarannum's moans grew louder as Ajay licked and kissed her, his mind racing with thoughts of escape. The smell of her arousal filled his nostrils, making him feel sick, yet his own body responded, trapped between the horror of his situation and the innate need for pleasure. She grabbed his hair, pushing his face closer, her hips grinding against his mouth. "Yes," she breathed, "just like that, madarchod."
Her sandals remained on, the heels digging into the mattress as she pulled him closer, her legs spread wide. Ajay's eyes were glazed with fear and disgust, but he obeyed, his tongue moving faster as she grew wetter. Her voice was a symphony of sweetness and filth, whispering degradations in his ear that made him feel like less than nothing. Yet, as much as he hated her, he couldn't deny the power she had over him.
Tarannum's hand tangled in his hair, guiding his mouth as she moaned and thrashed beneath him. Her other hand played with her own breasts, the tips hardening as she watched his face, contorted in a mix of revulsion and arousal. "Look at me," she demanded, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down his spine. "Look at how much I enjoy your mouth on me, you little gandu chutiya."
Ajay felt the weight of her hand on the back of his head, pushing him down further as she grew wetter and more insistent. He could feel her fingers tightening around his hair, her nails scbanging his scalp, but he didn't dare stop. The taste of her was bitter and foreign, but he knew better than to resist. The heels of her sandals were digging into the plush mattress as she ground against his face, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
And then it happened. Tarannum's body tensed, her legs clamping around his head as she reached her climax. He felt the hot gush of her juices spurt against his face, soaking him like a fountain of sin. Her moan was a keening wail that filled the room, a sound that seemed to come from somewhere deep within her, a place that had been long buried beneath layers of deceit and manipulation. Her body convulsed as she came, her pussy pulsing against his mouth in a display of primal need.
Ajay pulled away, gasping for air, his face wet and sticky with her release. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, the taste of her still lingering on his tongue. Disgust and confusion clouded his features as he stared at her, his eyes wide with horror. He had never seen or experienced anything like this before. In his innocence, he had thought it was pee. "Why did you do that… Khan ma'am?" he choked out, his voice shaking.
Tarannum threw her head back and laughed, the sound echoing through the room, a cruel mockery of his innocence. "That's what happens when a woman comes, Ajay," she said, her voice thick with satisfaction. "You're learning so much tonight, aren't you?" She leaned back against the pillows, her chest heaving with the exertion of her climax. The sight of his distress and his naivety only served to heighten her excitement.
She watched him with a triumphant smile, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The power dynamics had shifted, and she knew it. Her hand released his hair, and she lay back, her legs spread wide, her sandals still planted firmly on the bed, the heels digging into the sheets like twin reminders of her dominance.
Tarannum reached up and grabbed Ajay's chin, her nails digging into his skin. She tilted his head back, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Look at me," she hissed, her eyes glinting with malice. "Look at what you do to me." Her voice was thick with lust and something else, something darker that sent a chill down his spine.
With a twisted smile, she brought her hand up to his face, her fingers coated in her own juices. Ajay flinched as she smeared the sticky wetness across his cheeks, the taste of her still in his mouth. "Such a good boy," she crooned, her voice slipping into a harsher tone as she leaned in closer. "Now, let me clean you up."
Tarannum pulled him up to her face, her eyes gleaming with a twisted mix of pleasure and malice. "Bhonsdike madarchod! Look what a mess you've made," she said, her voice a cocktail of lust and contempt as she examined his face, smeared with her essence. Ajay's eyes watered, his nose wrinkling at the bitter taste that clung to his lips. She leaned in, her breath hot and ragged, her tongue snaking out to lick a slow, deliberate path across his cheek.
Her tongue was rough and demanding, lapping up the evidence of her orgasm as if it were a sweet dessert. Ajay's eyes squeezed shut, his body trembling as she groaned with pleasure. Her hand was still wrapped in his hair, keeping him in place as she cleaned his face with long, slow strokes of her tongue. The saltiness of her sweat mixed with the tartness of her arousal, a flavor he would never be able to forget.
Tarannum's breath was hot against his skin as she whispered in his ear, "Look how much I own you, Ajay. How your mouth is now filled with my taste." Her words were a mix of Urdu slang and English, a toxic blend that left him feeling more violated than ever. "You're mine," she hissed, her tongue flicking out to lick his eyelid. "Mine to use whenever I want."
Ajay's face was a canvas of disbelief and revulsion as he realized what had just occurred. He had never seen or heard of such acts, his innocence shattered by the woman who was supposed to guide him through his adolescence. He tried to pull away, but her grip was like iron, her sandals digging into his back as she held him in place. "Khan ma'am, please, why are you doing this?" he pleaded, his voice cracking with fear and confusion.
Tarannum's laugh was a wicked symphony that filled the room. "It's part of the fun, my dear," she cooed, her breath reeking of whiskey and the sourness of her climax. "You're so pure, so untouched. It's a delicious little treat for me." Her eyes gleamed with a sadistic pleasure as she watched the horror unfold on Ajay's face.
Ajay's cheeks were flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger. "Please, let me go," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. But she only tightened her grip, her hand sliding down to his neck, her thumb stroking his pulse point with a gentle but firm pressure. "You're not going anywhere," she whispered, her voice a dark promise. "Not until I've had my fill."
Her eyes never left his as she reached down and took his cock in her hand, guiding it to her mouth. He watched in horror as her lips parted, her tongue flicking out to lick the head before taking him in. He felt her warm, wet mouth envelop him, her teeth scbanging lightly against his sensitive skin. The sensation was jarring, a mix of pain and pleasure that made him moan against his will.
Tarannum sucked greedily, her eyes fluttering closed as she enjoyed the taste of his fear and arousal. She could feel him getting harder, his body responding despite his mind's protests. Her hand was a vice around the base of his shaft, her movements swift and sure as she took him deeper, her throat constricting around his length. She hummed in pleasure, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his body.
Her eyes snapped open, and she pulled away, panting. "Look at me," she demanded, her voice a harsh whisper. Ajay's eyes met hers, filled with a mix of dread and arousal. She smirked, knowing she had him right where she wanted him. "Now, my pet," she said, her hand guiding his cock back to her mouth, "it's time for me to taste your sweet cream."
Her mouth closed around him again, her teeth scbanging lightly along his shaft as she took him deep. Ajay's body jerked, the sensation overwhelming as she sucked and licked with a fervor that seemed to defy her age. Her hand worked in tandem, her thumb circling the base of his cock, her nails digging in just enough to sting. It was a dance of pain and pleasure that Ajay had never known existed, and his body responded with a fervor that matched hers.
The feeling grew, a pressure building in his balls that was both terrifying and exhilarating. It felt eerily similar to the previous evening, when she had claimed his virginity in a fierce, lustful bang. His hips began to move of their own accord, thrusting into her mouth as she took him deeper, her throat muscles contracting around him.
Tarannum's moans grew louder as Ajay licked and kissed her, his mind racing with thoughts of escape. The smell of her arousal filled his nostrils, making him feel sick, yet his own body responded, trapped between the horror of his situation and the innate need for pleasure. She grabbed his hair, pushing his face closer, her hips grinding against his mouth. "Yes," she breathed, "just like that, madarchod."
Her sandals remained on, the heels digging into the mattress as she pulled him closer, her legs spread wide. Ajay's eyes were glazed with fear and disgust, but he obeyed, his tongue moving faster as she grew wetter. Her voice was a symphony of sweetness and filth, whispering degradations in his ear that made him feel like less than nothing. Yet, as much as he hated her, he couldn't deny the power she had over him.
Tarannum's hand tangled in his hair, guiding his mouth as she moaned and thrashed beneath him. Her other hand played with her own breasts, the tips hardening as she watched his face, contorted in a mix of revulsion and arousal. "Look at me," she demanded, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down his spine. "Look at how much I enjoy your mouth on me, you little gandu chutiya."
Ajay felt the weight of her hand on the back of his head, pushing him down further as she grew wetter and more insistent. He could feel her fingers tightening around his hair, her nails scbanging his scalp, but he didn't dare stop. The taste of her was bitter and foreign, but he knew better than to resist. The heels of her sandals were digging into the plush mattress as she ground against his face, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
And then it happened. Tarannum's body tensed, her legs clamping around his head as she reached her climax. He felt the hot gush of her juices spurt against his face, soaking him like a fountain of sin. Her moan was a keening wail that filled the room, a sound that seemed to come from somewhere deep within her, a place that had been long buried beneath layers of deceit and manipulation. Her body convulsed as she came, her pussy pulsing against his mouth in a display of primal need.
Ajay pulled away, gasping for air, his face wet and sticky with her release. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, the taste of her still lingering on his tongue. Disgust and confusion clouded his features as he stared at her, his eyes wide with horror. He had never seen or experienced anything like this before. In his innocence, he had thought it was pee. "Why did you do that… Khan ma'am?" he choked out, his voice shaking.
Tarannum threw her head back and laughed, the sound echoing through the room, a cruel mockery of his innocence. "That's what happens when a woman comes, Ajay," she said, her voice thick with satisfaction. "You're learning so much tonight, aren't you?" She leaned back against the pillows, her chest heaving with the exertion of her climax. The sight of his distress and his naivety only served to heighten her excitement.
She watched him with a triumphant smile, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The power dynamics had shifted, and she knew it. Her hand released his hair, and she lay back, her legs spread wide, her sandals still planted firmly on the bed, the heels digging into the sheets like twin reminders of her dominance.
Tarannum reached up and grabbed Ajay's chin, her nails digging into his skin. She tilted his head back, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Look at me," she hissed, her eyes glinting with malice. "Look at what you do to me." Her voice was thick with lust and something else, something darker that sent a chill down his spine.
With a twisted smile, she brought her hand up to his face, her fingers coated in her own juices. Ajay flinched as she smeared the sticky wetness across his cheeks, the taste of her still in his mouth. "Such a good boy," she crooned, her voice slipping into a harsher tone as she leaned in closer. "Now, let me clean you up."
Tarannum pulled him up to her face, her eyes gleaming with a twisted mix of pleasure and malice. "Bhonsdike madarchod! Look what a mess you've made," she said, her voice a cocktail of lust and contempt as she examined his face, smeared with her essence. Ajay's eyes watered, his nose wrinkling at the bitter taste that clung to his lips. She leaned in, her breath hot and ragged, her tongue snaking out to lick a slow, deliberate path across his cheek.
Her tongue was rough and demanding, lapping up the evidence of her orgasm as if it were a sweet dessert. Ajay's eyes squeezed shut, his body trembling as she groaned with pleasure. Her hand was still wrapped in his hair, keeping him in place as she cleaned his face with long, slow strokes of her tongue. The saltiness of her sweat mixed with the tartness of her arousal, a flavor he would never be able to forget.
Tarannum's breath was hot against his skin as she whispered in his ear, "Look how much I own you, Ajay. How your mouth is now filled with my taste." Her words were a mix of Urdu slang and English, a toxic blend that left him feeling more violated than ever. "You're mine," she hissed, her tongue flicking out to lick his eyelid. "Mine to use whenever I want."
Ajay's face was a canvas of disbelief and revulsion as he realized what had just occurred. He had never seen or heard of such acts, his innocence shattered by the woman who was supposed to guide him through his adolescence. He tried to pull away, but her grip was like iron, her sandals digging into his back as she held him in place. "Khan ma'am, please, why are you doing this?" he pleaded, his voice cracking with fear and confusion.
Tarannum's laugh was a wicked symphony that filled the room. "It's part of the fun, my dear," she cooed, her breath reeking of whiskey and the sourness of her climax. "You're so pure, so untouched. It's a delicious little treat for me." Her eyes gleamed with a sadistic pleasure as she watched the horror unfold on Ajay's face.
Ajay's cheeks were flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger. "Please, let me go," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. But she only tightened her grip, her hand sliding down to his neck, her thumb stroking his pulse point with a gentle but firm pressure. "You're not going anywhere," she whispered, her voice a dark promise. "Not until I've had my fill."
Her eyes never left his as she reached down and took his cock in her hand, guiding it to her mouth. He watched in horror as her lips parted, her tongue flicking out to lick the head before taking him in. He felt her warm, wet mouth envelop him, her teeth scbanging lightly against his sensitive skin. The sensation was jarring, a mix of pain and pleasure that made him moan against his will.
Tarannum sucked greedily, her eyes fluttering closed as she enjoyed the taste of his fear and arousal. She could feel him getting harder, his body responding despite his mind's protests. Her hand was a vice around the base of his shaft, her movements swift and sure as she took him deeper, her throat constricting around his length. She hummed in pleasure, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his body.
Her eyes snapped open, and she pulled away, panting. "Look at me," she demanded, her voice a harsh whisper. Ajay's eyes met hers, filled with a mix of dread and arousal. She smirked, knowing she had him right where she wanted him. "Now, my pet," she said, her hand guiding his cock back to her mouth, "it's time for me to taste your sweet cream."
Her mouth closed around him again, her teeth scbanging lightly along his shaft as she took him deep. Ajay's body jerked, the sensation overwhelming as she sucked and licked with a fervor that seemed to defy her age. Her hand worked in tandem, her thumb circling the base of his cock, her nails digging in just enough to sting. It was a dance of pain and pleasure that Ajay had never known existed, and his body responded with a fervor that matched hers.
The feeling grew, a pressure building in his balls that was both terrifying and exhilarating. It felt eerily similar to the previous evening, when she had claimed his virginity in a fierce, lustful bang. His hips began to move of their own accord, thrusting into her mouth as she took him deeper, her throat muscles contracting around him.
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